“This is private family business,” Victoria said, her voice rising slightly. “It has nothing to do with this board.”

“It has everything to do with this board when you used company funds to pay for the forgery,” Alexander said.

He projected another document.

It was a wire transfer authorization.

At the bottom of the page was Victoria’s signature, clear and bold.

“You authorized this transfer under the guise of ‘market research,'” Alexander said. “But the recipient was the shell company that paid Dr. Vance.”

The room went dead silent.

I watched through the glass, my hand gripping the edge of the desk.

Victoria’s expression didn’t change, but her fingers gripped the edge of the mahogany table so tightly her knuckles turned white.

“This is a fabrication,” Victoria said. “You have hacked into old files and pieced together unrelated transactions.”

“We have the forensic accounting report,” Alexander said. “Signed by Margaret Wells and verified by an independent auditor three hours ago.”

He threw a stack of paper folders onto the center of the table.

They slid across the polished wood, stopping in front of the board members.